Month: July 2018

How is your summer? I spent several hours outside yesterday, which was a mad, mad thing to do. I had my notebook with me, but it seemed as if the ink was going to slid of the paper in the heat. I wrote a few things, and then scribbled out most of what I'd written. …

This morning I listened to this Studio360 episode on Florida. As someone born and raised in the Sunshine State, much of it spoke to me, and the first segment reminded me of the Florida of my childhood, the lake, the trees, the orange groves, the cow pasture, and, of course, the wildlife. Going to sleep …

I'm getting things ready for a fundraiser art sale, and as ever, I keep finding unfinished things, half-formed ideas, bit and bobs that promise to be something one day if given the proper nourishment. That day may never come, but I live in hope. It's the same with stories. I have lots of them waiting …

I recently read Donald Maass's The Emotional Craft of Fiction and am now on the task of working through some of the exercises. The book reminded me to do what I usually try to do--go through the work searching for certain key words and seeing how often I repeated myself. Oh boy. Here are the …

My mom loved carousel horses. Back in the 80s when malls were the places to hang out, we'd spend Saturday afternoons window shopping and chatting at one of the malls nearby. There was store that sold music boxes, and some of those music "boxes" were carousel horses. Mom really wanted one, but they were, of …